Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.